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The Eagle

he looms through
the sky, roof of the world
blue, white and all
a bundle of feather
and armoury
flaunting his wide span
confident that the world
is within its grasp
his eyes zero in on objects
far and near
its claws ever ready to strike
his shrill cry echoes
through the mounts
beneath tiny little creatures
run for cover
the steely look of its amour
claws, eyes, beak
the world reels
from its grasp
the eagle in all its splendour
crowns the sky
our emblems

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Familiars

In the darkness
They send chills down my spine
The bare descending moon
Has burst into life
Hunting and suffering with prisoned eyes
Familiars play in moonlit skies

Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the depths
Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the

This ordinary world ain't set in stone as I thought It'd be
Just like haunted prey
Familiars are hunting me
Familiars

The nerves from the creatures
That you receive
Black magic is here
Bow down to it's knees
No emotion, Familiars can grasp
The adrenaline rush takes over so fast

Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the depths
Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the

This ordinary world ain't set in stone as I thought It'd be
Just like haunted prey
Familiars are hunting me
Familiars

These blue hearts
They will scream
They will scream
You feel them screaming, mourning in the shadows
They will scream...

* This is a song I wrote in my band, the structure and repetition would make more sense if i sung it to you but I'm quite proud of this one =)

poem by Charlotte Riley
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A War Song Of Tyrol

'WILD eagle of the Tyrol,
Why are thy feathers red?'
'I 've been to greet the morning
On Ortler's crimsoned head!'

'Gray eagle of the Tyrol,
'T is not the morning light
Drips from the soaring pinions
That wing thine airy flight.

'Proud eagle of the Tyrol,
Why are thy claws so red?'
'I 've been where Etschland's maidens
The ruddy vintage tread.'

'Gray eagle of the Tyrol,
Red runs our Tyrol wine;
But redder ran the vintage
That stained those claws of thine.

'Wild eagle of the Tyrol,
Why is thy beak so red?'
'Go ask the gorge of Stilfes,
Where lie the Saxon dead!

'The grapes were ripe in August
Wherewith my beak is red;
The vines that gave that vintage
No other wine will shed:
My beak is red with battle;
I've been among the dead!'

poem by Silas Weir Mitchell
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Malaysiana - David or Goliath - The New Voice

dont bribe me with
special privileges
give that to the
weaklings, those who
dont quite believe
in themselves

for me
make me that
special person
i deserve to be
someone who can
walk through fire and
storms

someone to
take on the world
anyone, anyone
from anywhere
like a tough eagle

those big or strong
do not really always
have to win big -
remember the david
and goliath story?

and i want to be able
to take on anybody
anytime, anywhere?
like an overpowering ealge
steel claws, mighty wings,
razor sharp beak
that can shred a buffalo
and eyes that can
see a hundred miles

dont bribe me with
special privileges
just make me that
special person
i deserve to be

strong, confident
and 'balled' enough
to take on the world
anytime, anywhere

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Two Face

Can't you see
The monster inside of me
A growling snarling beast
Eyes blood red
Mouth bursting with knives
Black fur standing on end
Claws fully extended ready to kill
Can't you see
The knight inside of me
A valiant champion ready to fight for his maiden
Blue eyes crystal clear
Shining armor ready to deflect rending claws
Silver sword drawn ready to kill
Can't you see
The battle inside of me
An epic clash of the titans
Shaking me to the very soul

poem by Patrick Tincher
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Your Hand In Mine

I am remembering
Blue sunny sky dragonfly days
When you would laugh and cry
and ask me why, why
Everything that is was and ever will be
Wonder reflected in azure eyes
I would pick you up and swing you around
Your feet brushing the grass lightly til we fell down
Laughing and giggling
Your tiny hands unable to grasp
The meaning behind the world
And I enjoying the company
Of someone so new

Now you are older
Yesterday you lied to me
Of course, I believed you until you smirked
I didn’t know you could lie
I can’t swing you around anymore
The days rush by and I grasp for your tiny hand
Only to discover that it’s bigger than mine
I watch the dragonflies alone
And the sky, the sky is dark
You walk beside me at my level
With eyes that belie knowledge
Your why has become a rhetorical question
I call you the thirty year old teenager
Like mom once called me
Except with more irony

You ask me why I'm crying
I'd tell you if I could

poem by Ennis Aimirgin
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The Newcomer

'There's something new in the river,'
The fish said as it swam.
'It's got no scales, no fins and no gills,
And ignores the impassable dam.'

'There's something new in the trees.'
I heard a bloated thrush sing.
'It's got no beak, no claws, and no feathers,
And not even the ghost of a wing.'

'There's something new in the warren,'
Said the rabbit to the doe.
'It's got no fur, no eyes and no paws,
Yet digs further than we dare go.'

'There's something new in the whiteness,'
Said the snow-bright polar bear.
'I saw its shadow on a glacier,
But it left no pawmarks there.'

Through the animal kingdom
The news was spreading fast.
No beak, no claws, no feather,
No scales, no fur, no gills,
It lives in the trees and the water,
In the soil and the snow and the hills,
And it kills and it kills and it kills.

poem by Brian Patten
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A Dot In The Sky

i am used to being
a lone eagle in that highest sky

my eyes are sharp
my claws sharper and more agile

my wings are silver
my feathers platinum

when i met you
i begin to understand what pity is all about

the weakness of the scents of flowers
on those days of May

bathed me and wrapped me into a
prison of sympathy

i tried to lift you up to make you feel the power of wings
the independence of claws

the self-sufficiency of radar eyes
the vision of eternity

i learn love but with all these
i can always unlearn everything

and be back to my own wings again
now merciless, sharp, and ready to forget

you are you
that purple flower clinging to the cracks of the rocks

i am myself
in another journey without any memory

i guess this is what happens
always to that eagle in the highest sky

a dot that you see
and then erased in space.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whole Wide World

When I was a young boy, my momma she said to me:
Theres only one girl in the world for you
And she probably lives in tahiti
Or maybe in the bahamas
Where the caribbean sea is blue
Weepin away in the tropical night
Because nobodys told her bout you
Id go the whole wide world
Id go the whole wide world
Just to find her
Id go the whole wide world
Id go the whole wide world
To find out where they hide her
Yeah!
Why am I hanging around in the rain out here
Tryin to think of a girl
Why are my eyes fillin up with these lonely tears
When theres girls all over the world?
Or is she lying on a tropical beach somewhere
Underneat the tropical sun
Hiding away in the heat wave there
Hopin that I wont be long?
Id go the whole wide world
Id go the whole wide world
Just to find her
Id go the whole wide world
Id go the whole wide world
To find out where they hide her
[repeat]
Yeah!
Id go the whole wide world
[repeat to fade]

song performed by by Monkees
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041811A should i throw pebble

i sit up throwing pebbles
watching ripples of stream
then it heals by itself, nice
to show my fading pants
there are tiny creatures
yes, swimming upstream

those tiny eyes look up too
disappearing beneath lilies
trap by vine dipping its roots
long legged bird scanning
surface with ready beak
and i'm quietly wathing

poem by Manonton Dalan
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It Is Your World Now

it is your world now
you have enough of theirs
those who are gods and goddesses
what is perfect is never your choice
not yours
though

you live in your world now
of imperfections

on the other hand
upon such acceptance
you have become one
perfect human being

it is your world now
fill it with the birds of your choices
red, blue, yellow
feathers and claws and beaks
keep them well
in your hands
let them fly forever in your minds

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Echoes Of Moments Together

She was gasping for air
And left this morn.
I had to brush my teeth,
She was in the mirror
And in my eyes.
I had to sip my tea,
She was with me
Plunging deeper with every sip.
All through the rituals
She kept clinging to me
With every motion
The grasp was tighter.
I went out to face the day
And there she was in the sun,
In the air, all over me.
She was a guest in my world,
A few moments' find,
Leaving echoes in my mind!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Twenty

This is my world, small as it is,
It is a planet by itself with very
Small moons, and tiny stars,
And so tiny, you cannot just
See me there, I am hiding,
But I still live here just the same,
Breathing atomic air, and drinking
Molecular waters, so you see,
How tiny I could be, how tiny
I could get, but this is my
Small happy world, my smile
My laughter so tiny, that you
Cannot hear, you cannot feel,

And that is your world as big
As the sun, with comets and
Meteors, and so big and so
Wide, with oceans and rivers,
And continents, and gigantic
Arctics, and snowy lands, and
We are then so different, and
With me, there is no problem,
I, in my small world, can fit
In yours, but you, you cannot
Fit in mine, that we must
Accept, I am a small world,
And you are a space still expanding,
Now, do you understand,
why I hide?
why I shy away from you?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Is My World That Is Your World

This is my world, small as it is,
It is a planet by itself with very
Small moons, and tiny stars,
And so tiny, you cannot just
See me there, I am hiding,
But I still live here just the same,
Breathing atomic air, and drinking
Molecular waters, so you see,
How tiny I could be, how tiny
I could get, but this is my
Small happy world, my smile
My laughter so tiny, that you
Cannot hear, you cannot feel,

And that is your world as big
As the sun, with comets and
Meteors, and so big and so
Wide, with oceans and rivers,
And continents, and gigantic
Arctics, and snowy lands, and
We are then so different, and
With me, there is no problem,
I, in my small world, can fit
In yours, but you, you cannot
Fit in mine, that we must
Accept, I am a small world,
And you are a space still expanding,
Now, do you understand,
why I hide?
why I shy away from you?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The World Starts Tonight

(ronnie scott/steve wolfe)
Producers for bonnie: david mackay, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Tonight Im gonna love you
Tonight Im gonna try
Tonight I will take my foot off that brake
Cause you made me grasp
What is over is past
And the world starts tonight
Oooh oooh oooh...the world starts tonight
Tonight Im gonna love you
Tonight I know Ill find
That the world still goes on
Just a part of its gone
Cause you made me grasp
What is over is past
And the world starts tonight
Oooh oooh oooh...the world starts tonight
Baby, oh baby, I made a mistake
I thought love was something, they no longer made
But since you have brought back, some love to my eyes
My doubting of people, no longer applies
Tonight I will take my foot off that brake
Cause you made me grasp
What is over is past
And the world starts tonight
Oooh oooh oooh...the world starts tonight
Oooh oooh oooh...the world starts tonight

song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Beneath Your Feet

Everyday we go outside,
to enjoy the world out there,
but we never think about,
the world beneath our feet.
It maybe tiny and microscopic,
with creatures that make some shiver.
This world is in a way
similar to the one we live in.
There are dramas there
as each creature struggles to survive.
So the next time you go
out into the garden,
stop for a moment and wonder,
at all the dramas being played out there.
The dramas of life and death,
that is just beneath your feet.

poem by David Harris
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Golden ginger Persian cat (Terzanelle)

You walk right up to me
with your striped tail in the air,
a hunter to the nth degree

with golden ginger hair,
you become a machine with claws and slim curves,
with your striped tail in the air

at the ready with nerves
at a razor’s edge,
you become a machine with claws and slim curves,

suddenly with electricity, sneaking up to the hedge
staring intently, ready to strike
at a razor’s edge,

waiting patiently like a shrike
with poise
staring intently, ready to strike

loosing interest and without any noise
you walk right up to me
with poise,
a hunter to the nth degree.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Weapons never Rule the World

the world started
out with a war
each mind fashioned
his kinds to dominate
all set out for artillery -
the fangs, claws, poisons
wings that could fly
a thousand miles
legs that could run like a jet
eyes that could see ten score miles
weapons, weapons, weapons,
until the almighty fashioned his
proud kind to show their mistakes
plain men with two hands, legs
and a conscience.
all these weapon owners
that kill themselves to extinction
men - god's proof to his rivalries
the winners of the real world
are those with conscience, love
that mere weapon owners
are loosers fit only
for the pots and pans
the almighty always guiding
never allowing his men
to lose sight
that weapons never rule the world
owners of fangs, claws, mighty wings
that all end up in the pots and pans

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The real eyes

there are so many
ways to look at the world
as many ways
as there are eyes

just ask the bulky
eyed whirring cicada?
the slit eyed hawk eagle?
the moon eyed owl?

there are as many
ways to see the world
as there are invisible eyes

the old man you see
in your reccuring dream
the images that refuse
to leave the mind
even one goes blind

the eyes you dont see
through which you see

the eyes that scan a
million world for you
to see just one world

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Fingernails

Babies have fingernails
Children have fingernails
Teenagers have fingernails
Adults have fingernails
Senior Citizens have fingernails
Dead people have decaying fingernails

Kittens have claws
Kitties have claws
Felines have claws
Cats have claws
Seniors Catizens have claws
Dead cats have decaying claws

Hotwheels have wheels
Vespas have wheels
Slugbugs have wheels
Hummers have wheels
Oldsmobiles have wheels
Dead car parts have decaying wheels

But most importantly, I have fingernails, a cat, and a car.

poem by Gerald Flippinhanger
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We can, for example, be fairly confident that either there will be a world without war or there won't be a world - at least, a world inhabited by creatures other than bacteria and beetles, with some scattering of others.

quote by Noam Chomsky
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